Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.